Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.